Let Him Be Wise, Or

I Was Thinking, I Could Turn Him Into A Fly And Drop Him Into A Spider's Web And Watch Him Tangled And Helpless And Struggling, Shut Into The Body Of A Dying Buzzing Fly; I Could Wish Him Dead Until He Died.i Could Fasten Him To A Tree And Keep Him There Until He Grew Into The Trunk And Bark Grew Over His Mouth. If He Was Under The Ground I Could Walk Over Him Stamping My Feet.

We Eat The Year Away. We Eat The Spring And The Summer And The Fall. We Wait For Something To Grow And Then We Eat It.

No Live Organism Can Continue For Long To Exist Sanely Under Conditions Of Absolute Reality.

God! Whose Hand Was I Holding?

The Number Of People Who Expected Mrs. Hutchinson To Win A Bendix Washer Would Amaze You.